Cutie Pie

I spilled my own milk just to make myself cry

I drown in smut, vice, and filth while you voyeurists spy

I'll never smile again until I get what I want

Oh, happiness is a fraud, it's a façade and a front

I'll hold my breath and I'll cry till the death of our sun

I'll pitch a fit, fight, and fuss, just give me what I want

I wanna be your cutie pie

To the end of days, to the end of time

I wanna be your spoiled brat

Kiss my knees, hold my hand